The bitter winds savagely
attack your weathered cheeks,
the frost kills your lips
as you sit in pain.
Yet as I walk past daily,
Italian wool coat and
loafers glinting in the light,
you can always throw that
smile up at me as the cold air
drifts from your mouth.
And that day when I stepped
on the waiting bus,
but realised my Gucci wallet
was missing.
You stood up, shaking,
and pulled a rusted coin
from your patched pocket.
A tear formed in my eye,
And I shook your deific hand.
It was ardently glacial.
Author notes
Inspiration:
You may be homeless, but I still think you're rich
A contest entry
- PIF- Quickie :] by Jasmine Rayne.
700 points, ended August 26, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like this a lot. It's very touching. A classic Christmas story.
I love your description of the two completely different lives being lived.
"Italian wool coat and
loafers glinting in the light,"
and
"The bitter winds savagely
attack your weathered cheeks,
the frost kills your lips
as you sit in pain."
The contrast is very defined. I like your take on the prompt. ^_^ Thank you for entering.
-Lily♥ -
Oh wow, this is a wonderful write!
I like the story behind this- it's so touching
I could just read this over and over
and still feel that heartwarming sentiment, you know?
Good entry; hope you win
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Thanks so much for the kind comment
Really glad you liked it
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